Glenn: “I got this huge smile on my face today, because I had a flashback to when I was a kid. I started masturbating when I was 11, but nothing came out till I was almost 13. Before I was able to ejaculate I could cum multiple time in one session. But once I started to shoot a wad when I wanked I could only cum once per session. Actually, I only had to wait a few minutes before I could resume my diddling.”Hank: “I think they call that the ‘refactory period’. It’s part of a male’s sexual response cycle.”Glenn: “Yeah, I know that! So as I was saying, before Professor Bingo over here interrupted me, I was surprised as all get out when I shot my first spunk. I thought I had injured myself. Since I was totally unprepared for the eruption I had to do something with the evidence ASAP. My mother would soon round the corner and come barging into my room.”Hank: “Did she bust you spankin’ the monkey?”Glenn: “Not that time, I’m happy to say! It took some quick thinkin on my part. But I discovered that ya could hide your boy juice in a dirty sock, and your old lady wouldn’t be the wiser.”Hank: “Damn, you’re clever! I’d be willing to bet the just about every guy on the planet has dropped a load into a sock at one point or another.”Glenn: “Yeah, it’s probably something in our DNA, huh? So anyway, that’s why I had to laugh when Dr Dick asked us to review the WhackSock. My masturbation-obsessed youth came flooding back to me.”Hank: “I know, I used to discard the socks I busted a nut in. I was afraid my mom would find me out. This, of course, backfired one day when my ever-vigilant mother uncovered a tangle of crusty socks in the trash. It didn’t take her long to put two and two together. This precipitated the big ‘sex talk’ with mommy that make my skin crawl. I was also marched off to confession to tell the priest about my disgusting and sinful behavior.”Glenn: “I’ll bet the priest got off on that, huh?”Hank: “Probably! I was a strappin’ young lad of over 6’ tall with ragin’ hormones and an unruly big dick. I was hung over 8” when I was just 15. It was so embarrassing, because I used to pop wood at the drop of a hat. I though having a big, precum drippon’ dick was a curse.”Glenn: “Glad you got over that, cuz I love your one-eyed monster. But we digress! Let’s get back to the WhackSock. It’s a specifically designed cottony sock made for male masturbation. At least that’s what it says on the WhackSock site.”Hank: “Yep, it’s basically a tubesox; no bigger than what a young kid might wear on his feet. But it does stretch.”Glenn: “And that’s where the fun began for us. Hank and I went to a costume party last month and our costumes consisted of a WhackSock and nothing more. Hank’s trouser snake was the life of the party, literally and figuratively.”Hank: “The stretchy cotton material could barely contain my johnson, so to speak.”Glenn: “And it was all over when he got a boner! I loved it. I got to tell everyone that I am the lucky man that gets to have that hog up my ass whenever I want it. Tell me that didn’t make me the envy of all the queens at the party.”Hank: “When we got home from the party, we both blissfully beat off into our WhackSock, just like god intended.”Glenn: “The WhackSock makes the perfect gag gift. Imagine how this little number will crack up the party. And you know for certain that there will always be at least one dude in the crowd that will want to put it on his pecker, right then and there. Or you could get a bunch of WhackSocks and have a WhackSock party. All attendees must wear a WhackSock and nuttin’ else. It’ll be a freakin’ orgy in no time at all.”Hank: “And it feels real good goin up and down my shaft. It’s almost like having a lubed hand. And your WhackSock is like totally reusable. It’s like having a form-fitting trick towel.”Glenn: “Be the first one on your block to own a pair (or 6) of these.”